Page 167 of The Charlie Method

“Uh-huh.” He’s already forgotten about it, though, his mouth latching on to my neck.

I smack his chest, forcing his gaze to mine. “And?” I demand. “Does Elizabeth agree to join forces with Alexander against the invading Chinese army?”

“Charlie,” Will reprimands. “Do you really want to talk aboutThe Virgin and the Bladeright now, or do you want me to fuck your brains out?”

When I ponder it, he barks out a laugh.

“You hesitated,” he accuses.

“Because I want to know what happens!”

Chuckling, he yanks me back down, kissing me before I can argue some more. The moment his tongue meets mine, I forget all about Elizabeth and Alexander and remember how badly I want to get this man naked.

So I do, tearing off his clothes while he tears off mine, and then we’re naked on the couch, skin to skin, mouths fused together. Will is just slipping his hand between my thighs when we hear the front door creak open.

I tense instantly, reaching for my discarded shirt, because for all I know, Beckett is coming home with ten hockey players in tow. But when Boyfriend #2 appears in the doorway, he’s blessedly alone.

Beckett’s gray eyes immediately lock on to the scene in front of him. He seems to be fighting a grin as he takes in the sight of me on top of Will. His gaze dips to Will’s hand, buried between my legs, and the smile breaks free.

“Don’t mind me,” he drawls, leaning against the doorframe.

We both look at him, but neither of us make a move to climb off each other. If anything, Will grows even harder against my thigh. And he strokes his palm over my aching pussy, as if to show Beckett exactly what he’s missing.

My Aussie mountain man doesn’t move toward us, but he doesn’t leave either. Instead, he walks over to the armchair and sinks down, his eyes never leaving us. I’m still straddling Will, my palms on his bare chest. I can feel his heartbeat thrumming beneath my palms.

“You’re not going to join us?” I ask, turning to look at Beckett.

He shakes his head, offering a small smirk. “Not tonight. But don’t let me stop you. I’m enjoying the show.”

Grinning, Will cups my pussy again, grinding the heel of his palm over my clit. I shudder with pleasure, and it only intensifies when he slips a finger inside, then a second one. I moan at the sudden feeling of fullness, my hips taking on a life of their own as they begin rocking against his hand.

Will’s eyes flare with needy, dirty lust. “Jesus, baby. You look so goddamn hot fucking yourself on my fingers like that. You want another one?”

I’m too turned on to answer, but my inner muscles clamp tight, bringing a wicked smile to his lips.

“I felt that, Charlie. Someone needs to be filled tonight, huh?”

“Yes.” A desperate moan escapes my throat.

He adds a third finger and curls them all inside me, hitting a spot that blurs my vision and triggers a rush of moisture. I grind harder against his hand, my breathing growing shallow.

“Oh, you like that,” he says with a dark laugh. “You feel so full, don’t you, baby? Just wait until it’s my cock inside you. All the fucking way inside you. Then you’ll really be full.”

He pushes his fingers in and out, the sounds of wet suction filling the air between us. I can scarcely breathe now. My clit is pulsing, begging to be touched. I reach down to rub it and hear Beckett curse softly. There’s something about the way he’s watching us, the molten fire in his gaze, that makes the whole situation even hotter. My breath quickens as Will fingers me faster, his hand soaked from my arousal.

“Come for him,” Beckett tells me, his voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you want him.”

Will finds that sweet spot again, his fingertips pressing into it, and I lose control, the orgasm rushing through me in hot, pulsing waves. I collapse onto his chest, trembling, gasping for air. I feel his erection against my stomach, leaving a streak of precome against my skin, and the knowledge that he’s this turned on from getting me off triggers another shuddering burst of pleasure.

Will groans, his lips seeking mine, and his hips start to move. I hear Beckett groan too, and the thrill of knowing he’s enjoying this only heightens the sensations. I feel every muscle in Will’s body coiled tight, his desire so palpable it’s almost overwhelming.

“Baby,” he whispers. “Sit on my dick before I explode.”

“Condom,” I remind him, but Beckett’s got us covered. A square package sails in our direction, which Will catches easily.

A moment later, I impale myself on him, eliciting gasps from both of us. As I seat myself completely, I stroke his torso, enjoying the heat of his skin.

“Ride me hard,” he mutters.

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